One Shots

Dr. Pruitt (MxF)

Marissa walked into the lobby of her doctors’ office and was extremely excited about today’s visit.

Today was the day she was going to make her move on her hot gynecologist, Dr. Avery Pruitt.

He had beautiful golden hair that was fit for the sun god and striking blue eyes that were like the sky at noon.

He was tall, athletic, and very good looking for a man in his late 30s; And those fingers that always seemed to get her wet even when he was just doing his job.

Marissa had been coming to Dr. Pruitt for three years. She had insisted upon coming every six months for regular check-ups though all she wanted was a chance for him to check her out.

She was 21 now and knew she was good looking with her long brown hair, her jade green eyes, and her large assets.

She was plush in all the right places: her breasts, her hips, her ass, and her thighs. She knew how to use her body to her advantage.

Marissa walked up to the receptionist who now knew her by name, “Miss Marissa, you’re here for your checkup?”

Marissa smiled, “I am, is there a terribly long wait?”

The receptionist shook her head, “Surprisingly, no. You’ll be next after Dr. Pruitt is through with the patient he’s seeing now and then it’ll be our lunch hour. Please sign in and have a seat.”

Marissa did as was told and sat in the chair closest to the door leading to the back. She was ready for today and the butterflies in her stomach were starting to feel like more of a tornado of loud birds.

She made sure to shave everything and moisturize so she was baby smooth.

She also put lavender lotion all over her body because it seemed to get the doctor's attention.

A blonde woman walked out of the door and signed out before leaving and it took everything in Marissa to calm down and take deep breaths before she passed out from excitement.

She was next and she was ready.

After another ten minutes, her favorite doctor opened the door and his eyes found hers, “Oh, Miss Williams. Good to see you. You ready to come on back?”

Marissa worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she stood and followed the doctor.

He took her down the hall and opened a door on the left, “You’ve been here several times so you know the drill. Clothes off, gown on with the opening in the front. Then just lie down on the table. I’ll be with you in a moment.”

She smiled and walked in and he shut the door behind her.

Marissa took a deep breath before pulling her shirt over her head and unclasping her bra. She set both on the chair beside the table and then made quick work of her jeans. She pulled her lace panties down her legs and folded them before placing them on the pile.

She grabbed the gown on the table and put it on before pulling it closed in the front and getting on the bed and laying on her back.

She took a few deeps breaths and then heard a knock at the door before Dr. Pruitt stuck his head in, “You ready for me?”

Marissa chuckled, “Yes doctor. I’m ready for you.”

Was she ever.

He walked into the room and shut the door before grabbing his rolling stool and sitting down on it by her head.

“It seems you’ve stated everything is fine, but you’re just here to check and make sure everything looks okay. Is that right, Miss Williams,” he asked while looking at her chart.

“Yes, Dr. Pruitt. You know how much I look forward to making sure my lady is at peak condition,” Marissa said in a low voice.

He cleared his throat and looked at her with a brow raised, “Your ‘lady’ has been in peak condition since you first came to see me, Miss Williams. You don’t even have a history of cervical or breast cancer or cysts or anything like that in your family and from your chart, I can see you’ve never had any sexually transmitted diseases...”

Marissa blushed, “I know, but you never know, doctor. I just want to stay on top of it.”

He nodded before looking back over her chart, “So, you’ve been doing the at-home check-ups between visits, yes? Lifting your arm and feeling for lumps?”

“Yes, Dr. Pruitt. I check every day,” she wasn’t lying. She did feel her breasts every day in the shower, but it was for a completely different reason than ‘checking for lumps’.

He folded her chart and stood up to put it in the basket on the door, “Okay, so just a routine check-up then. Shouldn’t take more than a few minutes.”

Marissa nodded, “Okay.”

She would try to make it as long as possible seeing as it was nearing the offices’ lunch hour.

He walked back over to her and she let go of the gown. He pulled on some lavender colored gloves and then pulled open the gown flap closest to him, putting her right breast on display, her dusty rose-colored n****e already painfully hard.

Marissa heard Dr. Pruitt clear his throat before he began pressing two fingers against her breast. He was very thorough with his investigation and when he got close to her hardened bud she gasped, but he never touched her there.

“This one’s fine,” he stated in a low voice.

He did the same with the other, the bud standing at attention for the good doctor, and this time his fingers did touch her there.

And she did moan at the contact, but he was quick to apologize, “I’m sorry, Marissa. My fingers slipped.”

“It’s fine,” she all but moaned.

“You can cover up now. I’m going to begin the pelvic examination,” he stated, sitting on his stool and rolling it over to the foot of the table.

She didn’t cover up this time. In fact, she opened the gown completely, her whole body on display as she planted her feet on the table with her thighs open.

She was already wet and wanted the doctor to see what he did to her. She would get him to, at least, acknowledge how she wanted him for more than just being her doctor.

Marissa heard Dr. Pruitt mumble something under his breath before he placed the stirrups into position, “Please bring your behind closer to the edge of the table, Marissa.”

She moved down the table a fraction, hearing the paper crinkle under her.

“A little more my way,” he almost whispered.

“Maybe you should move me where you want me, Dr. Pruitt,” she said.

He huffed out a breath and grabbed her hips before sliding her towards him and she almost let out a yelp at how he grabbed her so roughly.

It sent a thrilling shudder up her spine to think that he would be a rough lover, moving her where he wanted her, taking charge of her.

She was panting by the time he voice rang through her clouded thoughts, “Marissa!”

She looked down at him with redded cheeks, “Yes, Sir?”

One of his brows was c****d and a ghost of a smirk played on his lips, “Feet in the stirrups, please.”

“Oh, of course,” she whispered before placing her feet where they should go.

Her thighs were opened wide for his viewing pleasure and she could feel the cold air of the office swirling around her drenched core.

“So, first I’m going to check your labia majora and minora for any external signs of STDs,” he said after clearing his throat.

She took a deep breath and felt the slightest touch, almost like a butterflies wing, against her folds before she heard him sigh and actually touched her.

She gasped as he examined her, his face just mear inches from her. She wondered if he wanted her like she wanted him. She wondered if he was hard like she was wet.

“Dr. Pruitt,” She asked.

“Yes, Marissa,” his eyes still on her folds, fingers still prodding.

“I think I need you to check the inside. I thought I felt something in there this morning,” she bit her lip and wondered if he would go for it.

He hummed and captured her eyes, “How far in?”

“Huh,” she asked.

“Was it at the opening? Just beyond the opening? At the back?”

She cleared her throat and felt her cheeks redden, “The back. You might have to use your middle finger to feel for it.”

She swore she saw a smirk, but then his finger was at her entrance, pushing in.

“Oh, God,” she whispered as she felt him deep inside of her.

“I don’t feel anything out of the ordinary,” he said.

Unknown to her, as her head was tilted back, he was smirking. He knew what she was doing and he would go along with it for now.

He gave his receptionist an hour and a half off for her lunch break and it was only him and Marissa in the office now. Today would be the day he would finally f**k her.

He knew she had been wanting him for almost as long as she had been coming to see him. He knew why she came so often, and he couldn’t overlook how wet she was every time she came in.

“Maybe you need to add another finger,” he all but heard her moan.

He silently chuckled because how would him adding another finger inside of her help him find the ‘something’ she ‘thought’ she ‘felt’ while she m*********d this morning?

He thought she was precious for even having the gall to ask him to do that. Even she had to know what he doing was considered ‘inappropriate’.

He pulled out his middle finger and added his ring before gliding back into her wet center. Marissa let out the breathiest moan he had ever heard and he decided he wanted to hear more.

Slowly, he began pulling and pushing his fingers inside of her, listening to the sounds of her coming undone with just the slightest touch. And when he curled his fingers to press the pads against the roof of her canal, she let out an actual moan that had his already painfully hard erection twitching.

“I don’t feel anything,” he stated, pretending to still be in ‘doctor mode’.

“Avery,” she moaned.

Clearly, she was done playing patient now, “What do you need, Marissa?”

“You, please,” she pleaded, her voice rising as she clenched around his fingers still pumping in and out of her.

He stood up so fast that the stool he had been perched on slammed against the wall. Avery began unbuckling his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks.

“I thought you’d never f*****g ask,” he growled as he pushed his pants and boxers down.

She leaned up on her elbows and her eyes were wide, “What?”

He smirked as he guided his erection to her entrance and pushed in, watching her eyes close and her lips open in a silent moan.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice what you wanted all along,” he said through clenched teeth as he f****d her, “You thought I wouldn’t know the real reason why you were coming to see me so often? Why you’re so wet when you get on my table?”

He chuckled as he heard her moan his name, “And the stunt you pulled just now, huh? Wanting me to feel around inside of you? You wanted this all along, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she cried out as he began circling her c**t with his gloved fingers. The irony was not lost on him that his hands were gloved but his c**k in her p***y was not.

He knew she was clean though. She always was.

“f**k me harder,” she begged as she clenched her walls around him.

He smirked, “You want it rough, huh?”

“Yes, please Avery!”

He pulled his gloves off and then took her feet out of the stirrups and pushed them away before grabbing hold of her thighs and pulling her to him as he pushed into her.

The sound of his balls slapping against her ass, his grunts as his hips met hers, her delicious moans of his name, of God, and of ‘yes’ where the only sounds in the room.

“I’m cumming,” she moaned to the tiled ceiling as her walls tightened around him, clenching and unclenching as she climaxed.

But he wasn’t through with her yet.

He pulled out and grabbed her hips, pulling her off the table before turning her around and pushing her top half over until her chest and cheek were touching the crinkled paper.

“I hope you’re prepared to walk out of here with a limp,” he chuckled as he plunged into her again. Her moan of agreement had his hips working in double time as he thrust his c**k inside of her.

He might’ve felt bad for how much he stretched her, but he knew she wanted it, she was well lubricated for it, and he was too overcome with lust to care.

Avery placed her right knee up on the table and was able to thrust deeper into her at this angle and he knew she was enjoying this position, as well, as her cries of passion had increased.

“Holy s**t. I’m cumming again,” he heard her moan and so he wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her up so her back was at his chest.

He reached around with his other hand and harshly pinched one of her n*****s as she tightened around him again, “f**k, Marissa. Yes, baby,” he groaned against her neck as he almost lost himself.

He pulled out and allowed for his near orgasm to subside.

“Lay down on the table on your stomach,” he grunted.

He watched her get up on the table and couldn’t resist slapping her ass cheeks, hearing her yelp before she dropped to her stomach.

He pushed her legs together and got up on the table, his knees on either side of hers before spreading her cheeks and guiding his erection back to her entrance. He plunged in again and set to work on her next orgasm.

After all, third times the charm and Avery Pruitt was all about that charm.

Marissa’s moans filled the room like Avery’s c**k filled her tight p***y and Avery was glad they were the only ones in the office. He wouldn’t have been able to tell her to hush as her moans were ushering him on.

He only wanted to please her, to hear her moans, to feel her clench around him and gagging her would only break his heart. He waited so long for her to finally make a move and there was no way he would be able to live without the full experience.

“You feel so f*****g good, Marissa,” he moaned and then leaned down and moved her hair away from her neck.

He kissed underneath her ear and down to her shoulder before biting her and then running his tongue over it, tasting the light sheen of sweat that had seeped through her pores while they f****d.

“Harder, please, Avery,” she whimpered and he realized that he had slowed down and was now thrusting into her at a leisurely pace.

“Let me savor you, sweetheart,” he whispered into her ear before nipping the lobe.

He listened to her whispy moans as he made love to her on his table. Never had he thought this would happen and never with her, but here they were.

It was his greatest fantasy. She was his greatest fantasy and she was moaning his name underneath him.

He let her feed his ego all the while feeling the pressure begin to build and he knew it was time to give her what she wanted.

Avery placed a hand on her shoulder and one next to her on the table before he powered into her with everything he had.

He listened to her sing her praise for him with every pounding thrust. Watching a few drops of sweat fall onto the curve of her back, he suddenly realized that he couldn’t wait to paint her ass with his c*m.

He leaned up on his knees but kept his pace, slapping her ass and watching a red handprint welt up in his wake.

Jesus Christ, he was infatuated with this woman. The way she allowed him to have free reign of her body, her s*x, her passion-- it was maddening how badly he wanted to mark every inch of her skin with hickeys.

She finally belonged to him and he would have her anytime he wanted now.

But for now, he listened to her voice raising as she got closer and closer to her release before finally shrieking as she clenched around him for the third and final time.

Now that he had her thoroughly satisfied he worked towards his own climax and it wasn’t long until he had to pull out and jerk himself until he released his milky white strands on her ass with a groan.

As he caught his breath and waited for his heart rate to decrease he heard her chuckle before teasing, “Well, that was a thorough examination, Dr. Pruitt.”

He hummed, “Yes, but I think I’ll need to examine you again this weekend.”

She leaned up on her elbows and turned to look at him, “Oh yeah? I thought doctors don’t make house calls anymore?”

“On special occasions, we do,” he stated while climbing off the table, “I’ll be coming to your house Friday after work. That’s okay? I’ll get your address from your file.”

He grabbed a few paper towels and wet them before cleaning her backside of his c*m.

“A nightly house call,” she teased as she wiggled her hips.

He slapped her ass cheeks hard, “Yes, and it might just last all night too.”

She chuckled, “I sincerely hope so, doctor.”